Amagato closed his eyes. When he opened them again his sight was augmented to extreme degrees.

Still yet many miles away he saw them. They came like a fantastic wall of living hate fueled by the yawning breath of Hades herself.

He shivered once involuntarily at the site of them bearing down on the horizon.

The small creature at his collar mewed at the hundreds of birds overhead thrushing across the dusking skyline. far away Rangers perked upright in thier wooded homes with thoughts of forest fires or flashing flood waters

Its an Exodus. Placing a smallish hand to the ground he felt the reverberations

Instantly he dropped the concealment orb he used. The wujens aura flared up the size of a volcanic eruption. He knew it would be a beacon to only the soul-searching site of the Hellorcs preternatural eyes.

Come then my old enemies, let us meet again as we did during the days of my youth.

Aboard the swaying howadah atop a towering war-beast Ravensclaw sneered at what he was seeing.

Warchief........its Him. The Drago-mage is there already.

GOOD! SET COURSE FOR HIS LOCATION! THE HUMANS LIFE FORCE IS INCREDIBLY POTENT. WE WILL USE HIS ENERGIES TO POWER OUR MACHINATIONS, IMMEDIATELY AFTER WE YOU HAVE EXTRACTED ITS ENERGY FROM HIS HUSK DYING OF SKIN

Scanning the twon and surrounding areas the nero-mage noticed several other "black" spots that were impenetrable to his all seeing eye. He thought to himself each of those area have just earned themselves a special visit by the Shadow guard.

Thats when he saw it. As the diameter of his large lens swept across the image of the local landscape a brilliant hemisphere of light nearly blinded him. The eminations of this life force was greater than any he had ever seen in all his eons of scouring. It was much more intense than what he had been searching for.

Ka-Thrall. I have told you that my scrying device is exceptinally aware of power spectrums.

Ka-Thrall swung his gaze from his battle grid maps to the blood pools that held all the images of different ppl and lands. Each was a gauzelike window of real time happenings. But one threw light fom its surface like a pulse of solidified lightning. Its intense light illuminated the entire end of thier spacious cabin like a piece of sun.

COULD IT BE THE ONE THE WERMACHT IS AFTER?! HOW COULD THAT BE. THIS IS THE ENTIRELY WRONG PLANE. THAT WOULD BE INPOSSIBLE.

Improbable is how I would chose to word it.

Waving his hands over the maroon pool of ichor he quickly passed filters over the vision, as he tried to quell the golden brilliance.

Enthralled the Warchief was fully behind him looking over his shoulder while shading his eye.

Whatever it is, its in that structure there.

And if we fail we shall burn in her Fury

Plucking at the tendons of the Psi-harp he sent orders to the horde.

ouside the entire formation swung wide and curved to its new destination.

Meanwhile at the grassy field under the newly born night sky Amagato noted the change in thier direction. Soon it would be time. He hoped he could do enough to help this area and its denziens

The massive collective of marauders picked up thier pace in unison with the resounding drums tempo. Cut limbs of Ash with ends bound in human flesh beat the hollowed drum. Each drum is the girth of two barrels with tops skinned using the leather of fallen priests of various faiths of the White and pure. Or some other comparable fashion. The beats they emit are deep and powerful. Unnatural. Like giant headhunter tribes the sounds advance. Each of the enchanted notes drives lunacy and fear into the minds of men and thier allies while raising the fighting minds of the Horde itself.

Droning onward the Horde swings towards the sparring fields homing in on the mark of thier master and the old life force that contained the power of a hundred do-gooders. Both became beacons to the leaders of the deadly procession.

HAVE THEM DETAIN HIM UNTIL WE ARRIVE.

BUT WE WILL NEED TO HASTEN OUR APPROACH.

AFTER SEEING THE GATHERINGS AROUND THE UNDERWORLD GATE I SAY WE SHOULD NOT RISK ANY FURTHER LOSSES. SOTHICUS FELL TO THEM AND WAS BANISHED BACK TO HIS SHADOW DIMENSION> I WILL NOT UNDERESTIMATE THIER ABILITES AS HE.

LET US SUPRISE AMAGATO AND HIS PET TRIBE

NOW!

Sitting in the calm field Amagato drank in the fertile beauty of the rolling fields. It reminded of his on own home nestled in the verdant valley between the snow capped Silver Mountains. Stroking the slumbering lemur in his lap he enjoyed the smell of honeysuckle and the slight drone of lazy bees collecting sweet nectars from the wildflowers. lockheed streaked after dragonflies, snapping and gulping down the ones she could catch. Each sucess she marked with a happy whislting sound and a bustle of fluttering wings as she savored the taste.

The days breeze spoke to him in hushed reedy tones and lulled him slightly. The old man longed for the widespread peace and serenity of his early days w/those he loved. It had been a lifetime ago since he had felt such a contentment.

Grinning lightly at the memories of his youth he raised his lined face to the golden sun and felt the goodness of its warmth. He thought back to all of his kind that were all now gone. He was among the last. Wondering if his sister was still alive he concentrated with a meditative focus. Nothing much. He assured himself she was only sleeping. If the last few elders were gone he would know.

Wouldn't he?

Perhaps she would wake one day soon, for many of the old world evils again roamed the planes. The Wermacht had seen to that. That thing had the uncanny ability to track anything across and number of worlds. Its abilities seemed without limits. The Planeswalker had become very powerful since he had known of it. Too powerful. Others were taking notice now. Previously unconcerned parties he scoffed. Perhaps too late. For every ally Amagato gained the Weremacht unearthed and enslaved a dozen more hellish entities. Its sites had become to high. Only he knew much of its true history. The others were all now dead, or enslaved in thier undeath to It. Soon It would come for him.

And he would relenquish its coming. Wether by age or battle his end was near and he welcomed the thought of resting his tired bones

His smile flattened. The old Wujen smelled salt in the air with his augmetned senses. Scanning the mid-morning sky he looked for the tell tell signs. Oddly enough he saw nothing except wisps of cottony clouds. Even the small lemur raised his one cyclopian eye to scan the horizon.